Chapter 122: Huntian Secret Realm, Supreme Elder Fentian

Chapter 122: Huntian Secret Realm, Supreme Elder Fentian

Supreme Elder!

This was the second time Chen Feng had heard this title since joining the Huntian Sect. The first time was just the day before, when he was shocked to learn that the Heavenly Arms Sect had been annihilated by one of the Huntian Sect's Supreme Elders.

For a moment, Chen Feng felt a mix of slight unease and anticipation.

Though the Heavenly Arms Sect was not as powerful as the Huntian Sect, it was still a top-tier First-Class Power with considerable strength. Otherwise, it would never have dared to boast about replacing the Huntian Sect's position. Yet, it was wiped out in an instant—clearly, it had vastly overestimated itself and underestimated the Huntian Sect.

As Tuoba Wuxiang led them deeper, the atmosphere grew increasingly profound and obscure.

"The Supreme Elders of our Huntian Sect usually remain dormant within the Huntian Secret Realm," Tuoba Wuxiang explained as he guided them.

"Huntian Secret Realm?" Chen Feng was surprised.

"Indeed. The Huntian Secret Realm is similar to the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm—attached to this world yet existing independently," Tuoba Wuxiang clarified, stopping before a 10-meter-tall bluish-gray circular stone gate.

The towering stone gate was carved with intricate patterns of mountains, birds, fish, insects, rivers, and peaks, all so lifelike they seemed real. Chen Feng could also sense an ancient and weathered aura emanating from the gate, its divine essence extraordinary.

Standing before the ancient stone gate, Tuoba Wuxiang formed hand seals. Streams of light coiled and condensed into an incredibly profound rune, its radiance swirling before landing on the gate.

A deafening roar echoed as the stone gate retracted inward before rolling to the side, revealing an entrance.

Tuoba Wuxiang stepped in first, followed by Chen Feng and Wang Yuandao.

"This..."

The moment Chen Feng crossed the threshold, his vision expanded into an endless expanse. The sky stretched boundlessly, dotted with drifting white clouds, while distant mountains loomed in layers, dense forests sprawled, and a mighty river surged, its mist permeating the air.

Birds soared across the heavens, and beasts roamed the earth.

It was a picturesque land of clear waters and lush mountains, like a paradise untouched by the mundane world.

At the same time, Chen Feng sensed that the spiritual energy here was incredibly rich and pure, far surpassing that of the outside world. Upon closer inspection, it was at least a hundred times denser and more refined than the spiritual energy on Huntian Sacred Mountain.

So much so that merely standing here gave him a slight sense of stickiness, making even breathing difficult. With each inhale, he involuntarily felt dizzy, as if suddenly intoxicated.

This was the phenomenon of Spiritual Drunkenness—a symptom of being overwhelmed by excessively dense spiritual energy.

However, the dizziness came and went quickly. Chen Feng adapted swiftly thanks to his formidable physique and mental strength, a speed that surprised Tuoba Wuxiang.

Soon after, Tuoba Wuxiang and Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng flying through the air.

From high above, Chen Feng looked around and saw numerous distinct Cave Dwellings standing in various locations.

Some Cave Dwellings resembled towering giant trees, exuding vigorous vitality.

Others had cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, their mist rolling in vast, unbroken streams.

Some were crisscrossed with arcs of electricity, coalescing into coiling dragon-like currents.

Others blazed with raging flames, their scorching heat seeming capable of incinerating everything.

And still others appeared to draw power from celestial stars beyond, their radiance spreading in all directions, exceptionally magnificent and dazzling.

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Regardless of which it was, the aura was overwhelmingly powerful, causing Chen Feng to tremble with an indescribable sense of suffocation even from a distance.

Under the protective power of Tuoba Wuxiang and Wang Yuandao, Chen Feng swiftly flew toward the Cave Dwelling that seemed to be engulfed in flames.

"Supreme Elder Fentian, Tuoba Wuxiang requests an audience," Tuoba Wuxiang announced clearly, stopping outside the fiery Cave Dwelling.

"Enter!"

A domineering, thunderous voice boomed from within the flaming abode. In the next moment, the raging flames parted to form a clear path—a display of power that left Chen Feng astonished.

"Let's go," Tuoba Wuxiang said, and the group immediately stepped onto the fiery passage.

The edges of the path were lined with ceaseless flames, yet they remained distinctly separate. Chen Feng's keen senses could perceive the unimaginable power contained within them.

A single touch, and he would be reduced to ashes without the slightest chance of resistance.

As they ventured deeper and finally entered the Cave Dwelling, even with Tuoba Wuxiang and Wang Yuandao's protective auras, Chen Feng still felt an overwhelming pressure—a scorching, all-consuming heat that threatened to incinerate everything.

"Sect Master, has some blind faction dared to ambush our Huntian Sect's Sect Heir again?" The tyrannical voice rang out once more, laced with inquiry.

"Speak. This old man wouldn’t mind wiping out another faction and reducing them to ashes."

Chen Feng nearly broke into a cold sweat at those words.

This Supreme Elder seemed to have a fiery temper—quick to annihilate entire factions and turn them to cinders. A true force of destruction.

"Supreme Elder Fentian, the destruction of the Heavenly Arms Sect has already sent shockwaves through the major factions of the Eastern Wasteland. They now understand that even in decline, our Huntian Sect is not to be trifled with," Tuoba Wuxiang explained with a wry smile. "This junior has come today with Sect Heir Chen Feng to discuss an important matter with the Supreme Elder."

"Oh? So this is the little fellow who caused the Heavenly Arms Sect's downfall?"

Chen Feng nearly choked at the statement. He wanted to protest—this wasn’t his fault!

Though he was involved, it was Supreme Elder Fentian who had annihilated the Heavenly Arms Sect.

As they pressed forward, Chen Feng finally laid eyes on this ruthless Supreme Elder.

He was an elderly man whose age was impossible to discern.

Short crimson hair, eyebrows, and beard, clad in a fiery red robe—he resembled a living inferno, his aura terrifying beyond measure.

To Chen Feng, this man was like...

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...a blinding, awe-inspiring sun.

A single glance felt like it could sear his eyes away.

Were it not for Tuoba Wuxiang and Wang Yuandao's protection, he would have been reduced to nothing long ago.

"Wang Yuandao of Juejian Peak pays his respects to Supreme Elder Fentian," Wang Yuandao quickly bowed.

"Hmm. I heard you succeeded in Dao Integration once more. This old man is quite pleased," Supreme Elder Fentian nodded in acknowledgment before fixing his gaze on Chen Feng. His eyes burned like miniature suns, as if they could scorch through him.

"Qi and blood resembling a dragon, skin like glass, bones like divine jade—such a Body Forging foundation can truly be called the first in the history of our Huntian Sect, even the first in the history of the Eastern Wasteland." Fentian, fiery red like flames, spoke with a tone of astonishment, then added with a hint of doubt, "Why do I sense that the acupoints you've opened exceed 270?"

"Elder Fentian, this is precisely why I brought Sect Heir Chen Feng to see you," Tuoba Wuxiang quickly replied, presenting two jade slips inscribed with a technique and a secret method to Fentian.

Though puzzled, Fentian took them and began to examine them.

The moment he did, his body trembled involuntarily, and an overwhelming surge of scorching energy erupted like a millennia-old volcano suddenly bursting forth. The released aura seemed capable of annihilating everything, reducing all to ashes.

Tuoba Wuxiang and Wang Yuandao's expressions changed drastically as they prepared to unleash their full strength to resist.

Yet, in an instant, that terrifying power receded, showcasing Fentian's astonishing control over his own might.

"Where did this technique and secret method come from?"

In a flash, Fentian had fully comprehended the contents of the jade slips. His eyes blazed with an incomparable radiance, as intense as the sun hanging in the sky, and he swiftly demanded an answer.

"Sect Heir Chen Feng, you explain," Tuoba Wuxiang immediately said.

Chen Feng instantly felt two scorching gazes land upon him, as if he might burst into flames at any moment.

"Reporting to the Elder..." Chen Feng repeated his earlier account.

"So, it was a legacy left by the Ancestor." Fentian narrowed his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself before turning back to Chen Feng. "Describe the process in detail."

Though confused, Chen Feng provided a thorough explanation.

"You're saying... the Ancestor personally stated that he was a remnant of true spirit..." Fentian abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Feng, his tone growing urgent. "Are you certain you heard correctly?"

"Elder, this disciple absolutely did not mishear."

Chen Feng hurriedly affirmed.

"Good."

Fentian nodded, and with a flicker of light in his hand, a piece of crimson jade appeared, engraved with an incredibly mysterious talisman that burned like flames. He handed it to Chen Feng.

"This is the Sacred Jade Talisman, a virtual Sacred Weapon. Wear it and accompany me to pay respects to the Lianxing Ancestor."

The Burning Heaven True Saint declared.

Wang Yuandao and Tuoba Wuxiang trembled uncontrollably.